Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: There's music in the upper heaven
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: DCM
Tune: Golden Harp
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 154, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThere's music in the upper heaven;
The choral notes that swell
Lie sweeter, fuller, richer far
Than human lips can tell,
When rings the gush of golden harps,
And heavenly lutes are swept,
To tell the quenchless love of Him
Who o'er a lost world wept,
To tell the quenchless love of Him
Who o'er a lost world wept.
The gilding rush of countless wings,
Borne on the swelling breeze,
That wafts the rustling music by
Amid embower'd trees;
The echo of the myriad feet
That fall on pavements fair,
Of glittering, dazzling gold, that gleams
In untold brightness there,
Of glittering, dazzling gold, that gleams
In untold brightness there.
The music of the pearly gates,
When back by angels flung,
Admitting there a ransom'd soul
Their sinless bands among;
The silvery sound that's swelling up,
When flows the stream of life;
The rustle of the em'rald leaf,
With healing virtues rife,
The rustle of the em'rald leaf,
With healing virtues rife.
And then the tide of melody
That swells and bursts when rings
The New Song in that far-off world,
That thrilling rapture brings;
But, awed, we may not note its power,
Its depths we may not sound:
Unfathom'd, fathomless, it rolls
In glorious might around,
Unfathom'd, fathomless, it rolls
In glorious might around.